If I were to write my final blog, this would be the one, but fear not, I have much more to cover.
One of the things I have noticed traveling from park to park is that RV’ers are salt-of-the-earth sort of folks. Phoniness is set aside. They let their hair down a bit and turn off their brains, if only for a weekend. Whether they show up in a small tear-drop camper or a half-a-million-dollar Class A Motorhome, it doesn’t seem to matter to anyone… there is a kindred spirit among us all. For the most part, as a community of fellow travelers, we are clueless about the political, social, or economic status of our newfound friends and neighbors. They are more interested in talking about their kids, grandkids, or the next RV upgrade. Also on the list is the next scheduled RV trip.
Aside from all the amenities most RV Parks provide, there is still a dependence on one another. If I’ve ever needed to borrow something or needed a little help with our RV, there was always someone willing to lend a hand, and vice-versa. It’s a primal thing to watch over the rest of the tribe and each other. We watch each other’s stuff, if only out of the corner of our eyes, but honestly, I’ve never felt threatened by anyone or concerned about leaving our stuff lying around. We spent a few days at the Corpus Christi KOA Journey campground this past Memorial Day weekend and had a blast! We had our fishing cart loaded with a few hundred dollars worth of equipment, not including the cart, and not for a moment did I think someone would help themselves to our stuff. That’s where that “kindred-spirit thing” kicks in.
Why do I love RV’ing? Basically, because of everything I wrote in this blog.
So, until we meet again… Happy RV’ing!
